Whack a bug...

Whack a bug is part of our family history. It began several years ago when we went to visit my sister-in-law in Colorado.

Her home was an old family homestead from the early 1900's. One of those gems that was built cockeyed, had a dirt cellar, and newspaper insulation. It was small, cozy and boxelder bugs loved it.

My daughter and I were sleeping in one of the rooms and it had boxelder bugs everywhere. Katie was not real thrilled with them so I started playing whack a bug and smashing bugs everywhere. She was very excited and pointed out all the bugs she could find. There was a distinct reduction in the Colorado boxelder bug population after our visit.

Whack a bug became a favorite sport of mine. I would get the fly swatter out for the pesky fly and any other insect that ventured within my sight. I didn't always get it but I gave it very good effort.

My most infamous whack a bug incident occurred a number of years ago when there was this especially bothersome fly in the bathroom. The window was right next to the toilet so we had a nice view of the backyard while we took care of business. I had been chasing the fly around the house for a while and when I discovered its presence on the window eighteen inches away. I was delighted but then realized I had nothing to hit it with. I used the tools within my reach to accomplish my purpose. I grabbed a kleenex box from above my head and as I sat on the stool I smashed the fly with the kleenex box. Unfortunately, I also broke the window from my over enthusiastic power punch.

My family still brings up the kleenex box incident. I did promise that I would never use it again for whack a bug and I must say that I have been true to my word. No flies have given their lives with a kleenex box on my bathroom window again.

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